As you contemplate all of the errands and pointless time-sucks that take you away from relaxing and enjoying your weekend, perhaps you should take a moment and thank [insert name of All Powerful Deity] that you don't live in Fargo, ND. Yes, things could certainly be worse, eh?
Fargo is about 100 miles west of where I grew up, so as I'm watching the news reports and listening to the myriad interviews (Mr. Ekstrom...you're losing your house. How does it feel??), it's hard not to feel as if these are my people...because they are. I miss Fargo like I would a case of whooping cough, but these are still good people who certainly don't deserve seeing their lives floating north up the frozen Red River.
Yeah, my pitiful collection of "problems" seem pretty insignificant at the moment, knowhutimean??
